Today

It was hot today! I am so thankful that we put in a/c a few years ago. I went to the Curbside Cafe in Vista today (note to Bubba and Barnacle Butt - try it soon!) and met the ladies from our Growth Group for our monthly breakfast. I volunteered to organize the August breakfast - anyone have a good place to suggest? Then went with the family to North County Fair and visited Nordstrom for their fall sale. Saw Sue Callahan (shout out to Mrs. C!) and Kelle, which was fun. Carrie bought cowboy boots, which she is very likely two-stepping in as I write this tonight, plus some very soft leather flats. Ash bought new jeans, a green Juicy sweat outfit, and a coat. The girls also saw Robin, but I never got to see her. I sort of wish I had bought this lovely eggplant colored purse there . . . hmmm, may have to go back! (See Bubba and Barnacle Butt's Breakfast Blog on the left of this page!)

Sleepy Time Thoughts

It's Friday. I am ready to hit the hay, but taking a moment to reflect on my week. I only worked three days since family was in town and I took off Monday/Tuesday. It was really hard to make it through the three days! I wanted to be home and enjoying myself - not at work. But, isn't that what most people who are headed to work are thinking, too? I was busy, which was good. Tonight, Dan made his traditional Friday Nite Pizza and then we watched two episodes of Big Brother that we had taped. I'm not into conflict and this BB group is spending a lot of time yelling at each other and telling each other off. I'm not even sure I like any of them. My name is Jan and I'm addicted to reality TV. Well, just the Bachelorette and Big Brother. See it could be much worse. What I am really feeling is that I'd like to watch less TV and spend some time being quiet before God. I am definitely going to work on that this next week. Tomorrow morning is breakfast with my Growth Group ladies at Vista's Curbside Cafe. I've never been there, so am looking forward to it! Except for the part about how I had to set my alarm on a Saturday morning . . .